It seems to be a thing for escorts to write books about their adventures or launch their own podcasts. At the moment, the Dutch daily newspaper De Telegraaf is even promoting a podcast by one of the Netherlands’ escort agency owners and one of her escorts.
Apparently, the adventures of us escort ladies are considered interesting enough for a mass audience, so I thought, why not share a few of my own stories in my blog section?
The following story is the first in a series of six. To give you a sense of what’s to come, here’s a preview of some of the adventures I’ll be sharing:
- Sailing through the Greek islands
- Joining the high-mile club aboard a private jet
- A Journey among the Michelin stars
- An exclusive island escape
- Lake Maggiore, by Ferrari
- Winter in the Dolomites
Consider this an invitation behind the scenes … and perhaps a little inspiration to start imagining your own adventure with me.
I arrived in Athens in the golden hush of late afternoon, when the light turns everything soft and glamorous. A car was waiting to take me along the coast, past palm-lined avenues and teasing glimpses of the sea, to Alimos Marina. His sailing yacht stood out immediately … elegant, immaculately kept, unmistakably owned by someone who understands pleasure as well as success.
He welcomed me aboard with a kiss on the cheek and a perfectly chilled glass in hand. Linen, leather, polished wood, and salt air blended seamlessly. I disappeared briefly below deck and re-emerged in a silk boating dress … light, daring, designed to catch the breeze and little else. His gaze lingered, slow and appreciative. Not long after, lines were cast off, sails raised, and Athens began to dissolve into the horizon behind us.
Our first night
He steered the yacht toward Vigla Bay, dropping anchor in a pocket of perfect seclusion, far from curious eyes. As the evening warmth wrapped around us, our first true moment together came only once the sailboat was safely anchored. Until then there had been conversation, teasing glances, the occasional lingering kiss as he focused on the sails and the sea ahead. Now, with nowhere else to be and nothing left to navigate, the evening unfolded exactly as it should … on deck, unhurried, exploratory, attuned to the gentle rhythm of the boat beneath us. The last golden rays of sun faded gradually, and soon only a scattering of distant lights reminded us that the world still existed somewhere beyond the bay, as we finally gave in to each other completely, carried by desire and the slow sway of the sea.
Day One — Toward Hydra
The sail across the Saronic Gulf was smooth and relaxed. I stretched out on deck in a micro-bikini, sun on my skin, the yacht gliding confidently beneath us. Conversation flowed easily, punctuated by flirtation and knowing smiles. With him focused on the steering, the sails, and other boaters, it felt like a game of ‘hard to get,’ each glance from him revealing exactly what he wanted. I sat beside him, first teasing and then pleasuring him as he commanded the vessel. By late afternoon, Hydra appeared, rising from the sea like a perfectly staged scene … stone mansions, terracotta roofs, a harbor glowing softly. We went ashore as dusk approached. Dinner was understated yet refined: fresh fish dressed simply in lemon and olive oil, wine refilled without asking. Candlelight danced on white linen while the harbor lights shimmered around us.
Returning to the yacht felt deliciously private. That night, with Hydra glowing just beyond the portholes, we made love again … unhurried, wrapped in warm air and the faint sounds of the harbor … this time below deck.
Day Two — Dokos
We left early, the deck still cool beneath bare feet. After a leisurely breakfast on board with Greek yogurt drizzled with honey, ripe figs, and strong coffee, I slipped into another minimal bikini, pairing it with a loose shirt I secretly borrowed from him. The yacht carried us effortlessly toward Dokos, an island untouched and lushly wild.
Anchored in a secluded bay, the water was impossibly clear. The day unfolded slowly, sensually. We swam from the stern, the cool water against sun-warmed skin sending shivers that tingled in just the right sensual way. Back on the teak deck, we dried each other off, the heat of the afternoon wrapping us in a private, sun-drenched world. Our kisses deepened, wandering across still-salty skin, a rhythm as natural as the gentle sway of the yacht beneath us.
As evening fell, we stayed at anchor. We prepared dinner together on board, pairing fresh, simple ingredients with a crisp white wine. The faint sound of lapping water and the soft rustle of sailing lines filled the air. Darkness settled over the bay, and the sky revealed itself in full glory, a canvas of stars unspoiled by artificial light. Under that vast, quiet sky, with only the subtle motion of the yacht beneath us, we came together once more … instinctive, intimate, knowingly removed from the world beyond the bay.
Day Three — Spetses
Our final sail took us to Spetses, refined and effortlessly glamorous. I dressed for shore … bare legs, flowing fabric, hair still kissed by salt. We moored close to town and stepped ashore late morning. The island begged to be explored: shaded streets, pine-scented air, espresso sipped slowly. Lunch stretched deep into the afternoon … sea bass, chilled wine, conversation rich with shared memories already forming.
By the time we sailed again, the afternoon sun had begun its slow descent, warming the deck and the sails with a mellow glow. As we drew closer to evening, the light deepened into rich gold, casting everything around us in a soft, honeyed hue. Before turning back toward the mainland, we stole one last private moment aboard … soft, lingering, a final punctuation to the trip.
As the yacht eased back toward harbor, the light fading to amber and then to dusk, we found ourselves already talking about what would come next. Names drifted easily between us … Mykonos, Paros, Naxos, Milos, perhaps even Santorini, islands just far enough to promise longer days at sea and new places to explore. It felt less like planning and more like inevitability. Some journeys don’t truly end when you disembark; they simply open the door to the next one.
O’Neill Summers is a Dutch-native high-class escort who divides her time between a professional career in accountancy and exclusive intimate encounters with discerning gentlemen like you. Her primary profession covers her daily expenses, allowing these engagements to afford her the extra luxuries she enjoys in life while fulfilling her intense sexual drive. This balance ensures she is selective in her connections, giving you the assurance of a truly exceptional experience with a tall Dutch beauty who combines intelligence, allure, and sexuality.
Unlike full-time escorts who may be on standby at any moment for bookings, O’Neill values preparation and quality. She requires bookings in advance, as her work commitments mean she can’t simply drop everything at a moment’s notice. This thoughtful approach ensures she arrives at your date refreshed, radiant, and ready to leave the unforgettable first AND lasting impression she’s known for.
To enhance your experience, O’Neill offers appointments in her premium incall apartment, regarded as one of the most luxurious incall locations in the Netherlands. She also provides outcall companionship and sex dates in cities such as Amsterdam, Rotterdam, The Hague, and Utrecht. Given the relatively small size of the Netherlands, she is happy to travel to other major cities like Eindhoven or Maastricht to meet you.